first kill

“Damn, kid,” he said, easing himself up onto his knees and biting back a wince when the movement pulled on the bullet hole in his side. “You really got him good.”Ed didn’t respond. A tiny, hurt sound reached his ears, nearly drowned out by the rain, and he raised his head, finally turning to his subordinate, who had yet to get up from the ground.The kid’s eyes were wide, usually bright, golden irises dulled by an unnerving haze, and glued to the man bleeding out in front of them; his tan skin had taken on a pale, sickly hue, a tremor shook his hands that he knew could have nothing to do with the cold-And Roy’s stomach dropped.Ed-Ed didn’t kill people.Ed had never and could never take a human life.